"Black Night And Blue Moon, Listen My Wisper Very Soon How Much Distance, Don't know, They Are With Me Just Show When My Eyes Have Rain! They Come silently, Share My Pain In This World That Is Sain, With Struggle Humanity Who Gain Love And Sympathy Are Main, Which My Feelings Explain White Bird Is Like My Heart, Who Loves Moon By Heart Only Best In Creature, Who Is Sensitive by Nature!! Amber! We must Know, The Skint Of Feeling Is No!" - S.Sadia Amber Jilani She was no different than any other nineteen year old girl. Her life surrounded by her family and her novels. Music gave her excitement, shayaris brought goosebumps, smiling was her key to live. The only thing that always outshone her than any other was the way she embraced her imperfections and flaunt them back as they are the most perfect thing in the whole universe. This is her, the "JAAN" of Sheikh Haveli. He is one of those kind who always thought romance, love, emotions are only words of books. They look nice if they are printed on the pages of some books not on the pages of his life. Life is something which is the result of your taken actions. If you're born weak it ain't your fault, if you remain weak it's your fault. Work, buisness, taking care of his family made him what he is today, the emperor of buisness world. ⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅∙∘☽༓☾∘∙•⋅⋅⋅•⋅⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅ Started: July, 2022 Ended: March, 2023

The youngest in the family falls for her eldest cousin. But will he love her back?

"He was danger wrapped in power. She was silence wrapped in blue eyes." In the Khan khandaan, power was inherited before love ever had the chance to exist. For years, the minister's chair belonged to the family. Politics ran through their blood, control lived in their walls, and loyalty was valued more than happiness. Then he came back. After four years abroad, twenty-one-year-old Haider Zarrar Ali Khan returns to reclaim his place as the next Sardar of the family empire. cold, feared, dangerously intelligent, and carrying enough darkness to make people lower their eyes when he walks into a room. But the girl he left behind is no longer fourteen. Ayzal Rehmat Ali Khan is eighteen now. Quiet. Soft-spoken. The kind of girl who learned how to shrink herself to fit everyone else's comfort. She never asks for anything. Never complains. Never raises her voice. Until him. Because the moment Haider sees her again, something shifts. And obsession is a dangerous thing inside a house already filled with secrets, politics, control, power struggles, forced choices, and a love that should never have happened in the first place. Especially when Ayzal's father would rather burn the world down than hand his daughter to Haider. But some love stories don't begin with destiny. They begin with destruction. ✦ TROPES: Political Dark Romance Cousin Romance Obsession Possessive MMC Quiet FMC Hate To Love Arranged Marriage Family Politics & Power Games "Touch Her & Die" Energy He Fell First & Harder Slow Burn with Fast Pace Urdu/Hindi Dialogues Emotional Damage (free of cost) ✦ WARNING: This story contains mature themes, strong language, emotional intensity, manipulation, political violence, unhealthy obsession, and scenes not suitable for younger readers. Read responsibly. Or don't. Haider probably won't care anyway.

(used to be titled 'the loving marriage') ━━━━━━━ "Zaroon, Don't," I said pushing his arms away. "Why not?" He asked acting clueless like what he was doing won't get us in trouble. I stared at him in disbelief "Zaroon" I warned "Jannat," He said smirking and mocking me. "We can't do this" I stated looking away as he got closer. "Why not? I'm your husband. You're my wife" He said that. He literally said that. Why? Why is he acting like he didn't hate me last month? Why is he acting like he isn't getting married to Falak? "Not completely. And I'll never be your wife completely. Ever" I said as tears started forming in my eyes and I got angrier. ━━━━━━━ 𝙅𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖𝙩 𝙊𝙢𝙚𝙧 𝙉𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙖 is a 19-year-old who will do anything to achieve her dreams. But her dreams come crashing down when she gets assigned to get married to her dad's side's cousin, Zaroon. 𝙕𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙌𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙧 𝙉𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙖 is a 24-year-old who works in a company for his father. What happens when he marries his cousin whom he always got compared to and hates it? - this book doesn't define Islam. - the storyline isn't fully mine it was inspired by the Pakistani drama "Suno Chanda" - has strong language and mature scenes. kinda.

She always felt like an outsider in this house. It was like she was a guest who had stayed too long. Her cousin's cold stares, Chachi's sharp words, and the insults reminded her daily that she wasn't welcomed in the family. She was quiet, gentle, and really close to her faith, but being so reserved made her an easy target. Even though she seemed soft, there was a strength inside her that no one could see. Her brown eyes showed a mix of hope and sadness, and her love for Feras was something she kept hidden, even though she wasn't sure he could ever feel the same. Feras was different. He didn't talk much and had a strong sense of right and wrong. He was Tall with sharp dark eyes, he had this calm but serious presence. He didn't show much emotion, kept everything locked inside, yet he somehow looked out for Anam. He was a mystery she couldn't figure out. But fate had its own plans. The lies buried deep in their family were going to come to light, and Anam would find herself at the center of it all. It would force Feras to make a choice: save her or... Start date: 19 November 2024 Finish date: 18 December 2024 This is my first ever book. Please ignore all the grammar mistakes as English isn't my first language, and give this story a try. I promise it's worth your time, and who knows? You might even enjoy it more than you expect! 😉

Ahmed bhai please! I'm begging you don't marry her. She's no good, she'll destroy you and our family. Please listen to me." Sahaan begs in front of him. "What the fuck is wrong with you Sahaan?" She flinches as his loud voice resonates the room. "I LOVE HER!" Ahmed seethes. Sahaan could hear the breaking of the small organ residing in her chest. She looks down teary eyed. Ahmed harshly grips her forearm and jerks her towards him and cups her jaw tightly, his finger digging in her cheeks making a painful whimper leaving from her mouth. She closes her eyes tightly resulting in few tears to fall of her cheeks. "Listen to me and listen well, this is the last time I'm hearing such words from your disgusting mouth. Next time don't even take my fiancee's name from your dirty mouth." Saying this he pushes her away. She stumbles towards the closet, her back hitting the rock-hard closet handle. Pain sears through her back and her wince doesn't go unnoticed by him. He steps forward in concern but stops remembering her words. A cold look flashes in his beautiful stormy grey eyes. Sahaan looks at him, her eyes filled with pain and unshed tears! "You will regret it." Sahaan whispers. Hearing the confidence in her tone makes Ahmed stop right before the door, but he doesn't turn back. "Believe me! I know her more than you. She is my cousin after all. She is cunning and deceitful, mark my words Ahmed! You will regret not listening to me once you know her true nature." Sahaan's voice cracks. Tears are threatening to spill out her eyes. ~~~ "Sahaan Haashir Khan binte marhoom Hashir Lashari Khan kya aapko aapka nikkah Ahmed Ashar Khan wald Yaqub Lashari Khan se sikkah raaijul waqt me 50,000 rupee meher qubool hai?" she clenches her dupatta at sides.tears leaving her eyes rapidly she remember Ahmed's words just before nikkah. Rest of the description and translations to urdu dialogues inside. ©All rights reserved

𝑨 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒏𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 - 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒚. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 - 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦, 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 - 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞, 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬. 𝒁𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝑲𝒉𝒂𝒏 is a man whose silence speaks louder than words. Calm, disciplined, and admired for his brilliance, he hides every emotion behind quiet composure. To the world, he is unreadable. But beneath that calm exterior lies a heart that has always loved in silence. 𝒁𝒂𝒓𝒂 is the quiet warmth every heart longs for. Gentle, soft-spoken, and effortlessly kind, she carries a heart that loves without conditions and gives without expectations. Her eyes hold the words her lips never say, and her kindness leaves an impression long after she's gone. She never chases attention, yet somehow becomes the one no heart can forget. What begins as an unexpected bond between two families slowly turns into a love neither of them ever speaks aloud. In stolen glances, silent moments, and emotions left unspoken, they discover that the deepest love is often the one that never asks to be heard. Some feelings stay unspoken. Some hearts understand without words. Some love never needs words. [𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚_𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐳]

​"I gave you three years to breathe, Hiba. Three years to grow into the woman I saw that night in the kitchen. Now, the time for breathing is over. Now, you belong to me." ​At fifteen, Hiba became an orphan. At fifteen, she was forced into a Nikah with her eldest cousin, the cold and terrifying Arzan Shah. He was supposed to be her shield, but his touch felt like fire. After a night of dark desire, he fled to London, leaving her with a bruised neck and a shattered heart. ​Three years later, Hiba is eighteen, beautiful, and finally feels free. But Arzan has returned. He isn't the man who left; he's a predator coming back for his prize. And this time, he's not leaving without the Ruksati he wants hiba in his room, in his bed and under him. these story is not like my previous one it's dark Romance and for 18+ read at your own risk.

(Unwanted Series#4) (Sequel to HSB & HAB) -"She has my heart. Its all up to her either cherish it or throw it."- - - - "Sha-Shai-Shaizum.. Shaizum.. don't leave." I froze there and felt my heart and soul pierced with a million knives. I stood straight and stared blankly at her unconscious state. It wasn't her fault. It wasn't. I was the one at fault who thought it would be very easy to make her forget him. But how could she forget the man she loved for many years, in few months. I sat beside her and counted her breaths as mine was getting lost with her voice. • • • There was a news few days before that a young man committed suicide after not getting his love. How did he feel when he fell from the 3rd floor? Did he feel more pain than heartbreak? Or did he feel peace in his heart after jumping from the 3rd floor? If I also jump from the 3rd floor, will I feel this pain of heart breaking? Or I'll just feel the peace that I searched from everywhere? A stupid decision took me from where to where. - - - He is just a friend for her. But, unknowingly, she is more than a friend for him. He is waiting for her without any intentions. But she doesn't know about it. He gave her his heart a long time ago. But she throws it everytime without knowing. - - - Can be read as stand-alone too. Status~ 1st Started: 10/06/2019. Again started: 18/06/2022. Completed: 25/11/2023.

Dua Shah the innocent girl with a devastated life. Never loved by anyone from her family. She lost her mother in early age. She lives with her father and her stepsister ayesha. Who can't stand dua. An incident occurred which took away ayesha's mother recently for which she blames dua. A enforced marriage led her into armaan's life. Armaan rizvi, the young handsome and rich guy. Every girl's dream man. But unlike other guy's who take it for granted armaan is known for his calm nature. He appears in dua's life. Breaks her shell and helps her stand for herself. And finally falls for her even though he loved somebody else. ~~~~~~ "So where is that girl who said never in this life I am gonna marry a person like you." Armaan said putting his hands in his pockets. "Just consider yourself lucky. Armaan rizvi." Said dua with her challenging eyes. Hearing his name from dua was sounding somewhat different to him. "Lucky me. You should be considering yourself lucky that I agreed on this. And why don't you simply say that you can't deny this thing." Armaan said pointing at himself. A laugh left dua and she shook her head at him. Armaan liked her laugh and a smile appeared on his face seeing dua laugh. "What ever makes you sleep at night." She said. ~~~~~~ This book has its own loop holes. The character are muslim but do not necessarily preach islamic practices. I basically am stuck with the phenomenon of romance. Made for each other is a perfect book for someone who is looking for a happy ending romance novel. It also has a hit of mystery, jealously, thrill, family issues and lies. Hope the audience is 15+... Go ahead and read it. You won't regret. Save some reviews too. They are must. And votes too. Do vote please... ~~~~~~ Also available on hinovel for free. Started writing on: 28th March 2020. Completed writing on: 27th May 2020. All copyright reserved.